— Valisera's POV —
At the absolute, suffocating depths of "Elysium," there are no Transcendents to answer the desperate prayers of the dying.
The heavens do not watch over these subterranean slaughterhouses.
Down here, there is only cold, unforgiving concrete, violently twisted metal, and engineered monsters that feed hungrily on the raw despair of the Awakened.
Floor B3—once a state-of-the-art classified Chimera Lab—had been completely pulverized, turned into a vast, jagged stone graveyard following the devastating reverse-gravity attack I had executed moments ago.
Thick, gray concrete dust choked the stagnant air, hanging heavily from the shattered ceiling like a thick curtain of volcanic ash.
It mixed sickeningly with the metallic scent of aerosolized, burned blood and the highly toxic, pungent chemical fumes continuously leaking from the thousands of shattered containment glass tubes.
